The Sorrowmender

Chapter 41 – Get along

As night fell, the little girl in white was led inside by Wuyou, had dinner, and shared a room with Little Wuyou.

Wuyou had also sought Xu Qingzhou's opinion, and naturally, he had no objections.

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He was curious to see what this white-haired little girl would do and wanted to know what kind of person she was. Of course, he was even more intrigued as to why Mo Shengge would send such a young, untrained child to kill him.

Mo Shengge wasn't a fool. Since this child had come, she must have some special abilities. Though she seemed a bit naive, there was an indescribable quality about her that piqued his interest.

The next day, as usual, there was an additional white-haired little girl in the queue for drawing lots.

"Hey, isn't that white-haired girl Wuyou's elder sister?"

"Seems like it, I heard Wuyou mention it yesterday."

"Why is she drawing lots too? Strange."

"Mister truly is impartial, even his own must draw lots to seek relief."

"Indeed, Mister is forever my idol."

Unintentionally, the presence of the white-haired girl in the queue further boosted the reputation of Xu Qingzhou's Pavilion of Forgetting Worries.

The white-haired girl drew a lot and, like everyone else, anxiously awaited the results.

Unfortunately, luck wasn't on her side today, and she ended up with nothing.

The feeling of disappointment washed over her, a sensation she had never experienced before.

Wuyou comforted her from the side.

"It's okay, sister, we can try again tomorrow."

The girl in white clenched the slip of paper in her hand and nodded heavily.

"Yes, I know, it's fine."

Days passed by swiftly, time flew like an arrow.

Everything was as usual: waking up, drawing lots, seeking relief, eating, storytelling, drinking, reading, eating again, sleeping, and waiting for dawn.

The difference was that what used to be two people had become three, and the Pavilion of Forgetting Worries seemed livelier.

The white-haired girl kept her promise. After reaching an agreement with Xu Qingzhou, she no longer looked at him with the same thoughts as before, but rather with a sense of curiosity.

Gradually, when Wuyou wasn't around, she no longer waited at the door but stayed inside, mostly sleeping.

She talked more with Wuyou, but still didn't speak to Xu Qingzhou.

In the blink of an eye, six days passed, and the white-haired girl still hadn't drawn a lucky number.

However, she had gradually adapted to this life, finding it more interesting than before.

Another five days passed, and everything had quietly changed. The white-haired girl was no longer as indifferent as before, her face often adorned with a smile, and her clear eyes were pleasing to the eye.

Her complexion improved, and Wuyou seemed to laugh more, with cheerful noises often emanating from the Pavilion of Forgetting Worries.

Occasionally, Xu Qingzhou and the white-haired girl exchanged a few words, though it was simple communication.

One day, the world awoke as usual.

The white-haired girl held the slip of paper in her hand, praying. When Little Wuyou announced the results, she looked at the mismatched numbers on her paper and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank goodness, it's not—"

But soon she felt something was wrong, the relief replaced by a sense of gravity.

"What is happening to me?"

Humans are social creatures, and once you integrate into a group, you can easily be changed. Clearly, the white-haired girl had changed.

She had come to like this simple yet lively life, realizing she never disliked crowded places, just the noise of people she didn't like.

"Sister, don't be upset, you'll draw it eventually, take your time, hehe."

Little Wuyou, as always, was the first to appear when she was lost and confused, comforting her.

She would always smile faintly, and in Wuyou's smiling eyes, she would return to normal, free of worries.

"Yes, okay, I'm not sad."

All of this was naturally observed by Xu Qingzhou, who couldn't help but smile knowingly.

"People are not plants; how can they be without feelings, haha."

After finishing the day's work, the three of them went out as usual, had dinner, and Xu Qingzhou personally took Wuyou to school.

At the school entrance, Wuyou waved goodbye to the two, happily running inside.

Once Little Wuyou's figure disappeared, the girl in white restrained her smile, becoming more serious, and looked up at Xu Qingzhou, initiating a conversation.

"Let's go, home."

Xu Qingzhou didn't move but instead called out to her.

"Wait."

"What's up?"

Xu Qingzhou flicked his waist, and a blue floral cloth bag appeared out of thin air, which he then gently tossed to the white-haired girl.

"Catch."

The white-haired girl instinctively caught it with one hand, her eyes full of curiosity, "What's this?"

"A school bag, for you," Xu Qingzhou replied with a calm smile.

The white-haired girl was momentarily stunned, lost in thought for a moment, but still asked, "Why give this to me?"

Xu Qingzhou opened his folding fan, slowly walked towards her, bent down, and smiled;

"Giving you this is naturally for attending school."

"School? Me?"

"I've paid your tuition; whether you go or not is up to you. Knowing some words and principles is always good when wandering the world; otherwise, if someone sells you, and you still help them count the money, wouldn't that be pitiful, don't you think?" He spoke lazily and casually, always smiling.

The girl in white averted her gaze, lowered her head, and stubbornly said, "I don't want to study, who asked you to pay my tuition."

"Rough cloth wraps the body, but a belly full of poetry brings elegance. I said, whether you go or not is up to you, you choose, let's go."

He walked away gracefully, as if nothing had happened.

"Don't think that by treating me well and giving me things, I will feel indebted and not kill you. I'm telling you, I won't."

The voice came from behind, and Xu Qingzhou's steps paused slightly, glancing sideways.

"Haha, you've eaten my food, lived in my place, you already owe me enough, why care about one more time."

Without waiting for the little one to respond, he continued to leave.

Only the white-haired girl remained, standing alone in front of the school, the summer breeze gently blowing, her silver hair dancing, carrying a touch of poignant beauty unbefitting her age.

The girl in white withdrew her gaze, looked down at the blue cloth bag in her hand, lost in thought, her clear eyes hiding many things.

An unknown emotion surged continuously, making her eyes sting and her nose tingle.

She remembered saying she liked blue, and then there were blue clothes, and now a blue school bag, but—

"Why be so good to me, when I'm supposed to kill you."